Shirley

Shirley
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Brontë Charlotte. Shirley

CHAPTER I. LEVITICAL

CHAPTER II. THE WAGONS

CHAPTER III. MR. YORKE

CHAPTER IV. MR. YORKE (continued)

CHAPTER V. HOLLOW'S COTTAGE

CHAPTER VI. CORIOLANUS

CHAPTER VII. THE CURATES AT TEA

CHAPTER VIII. NOAH AND MOSES

CHAPTER IX. BRIARMAINS

CHAPTER X. OLD MAIDS

CHAPTER XI. FIELDHEAD

CHAPTER XII. SHIRLEY AND CAROLINE

CHAPTER XIII. FURTHER COMMUNICATIONS ON BUSINESS

CHAPTER XIV. SHIRLEY SEEKS TO BE SAVED BY WORKS

CHAPTER XV. MR. DONNE'S EXODUS

CHAPTER XVI. WHITSUNTIDE

CHAPTER XVII. THE SCHOOL FEAST

CHAPTER XVIII. WHICH THE GENTEEL READER IS RECOMMENDED TO SKIP, LOW PERSONS BEING HERE INTRODUCED

CHAPTER XIX. A SUMMER NIGHT

CHAPTER XX. TO-MORROW

CHAPTER XXI. MRS. PRYOR

CHAPTER XXII. TWO LIVES

CHAPTER XXIII. AN EVENING OUT

CHAPTER XXIV. THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH

CHAPTER XXV. THE WEST WIND BLOWS

CHAPTER XXVI. OLD COPY-BOOKS

CHAPTER XXVII. THE FIRST BLUESTOCKING

CHAPTER XXVIII. PHŒBE

CHAPTER XXIX. LOUIS MOORE

CHAPTER XXX. RUSHEDGE – A CONFESSIONAL

CHAPTER XXXI. UNCLE AND NIECE

CHAPTER XXXII. THE SCHOOLBOY AND THE WOOD-NYMPH

CHAPTER XXXIII. MARTIN'S TACTICS

CHAPTER XXXIV. CASE OF DOMESTIC PERSECUTION – REMARKABLE INSTANCE OF PIOUS PERSEVERANCE IN THE DISCHARGE OF RELIGIOUS DUTIES

CHAPTER XXXV. WHEREIN MATTERS MAKE SOME PROGRESS, BUT NOT MUCH

CHAPTER XXXVI. WRITTEN IN THE SCHOOLROOM

CHAPTER XXXVII. THE WINDING-UP

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The evening was pitch dark: star and moon were quenched in gray rain-clouds – gray they would have been by day; by night they looked sable. Malone was not a man given to close observation of nature; her changes passed, for the most part, unnoticed by him. He could walk miles on the most varying April day and never see the beautiful dallying of earth and heaven – never mark when a sunbeam kissed the hill-tops, making them smile clear in green light, or when a shower wept over them, hiding their crests with the low-hanging, dishevelled tresses of a cloud. He did not, therefore, care to contrast the sky as it now appeared – a muffled, streaming vault, all black, save where, towards the east, the furnaces of Stilbro' ironworks threw a tremulous lurid shimmer on the horizon – with the same sky on an unclouded frosty night. He did not trouble himself to ask where the constellations and the planets were gone, or to regret the "black-blue" serenity of the air-ocean which those white islets stud, and which another ocean, of heavier and denser element, now rolled below and concealed. He just doggedly pursued his way, leaning a little forward as he walked, and wearing his hat on the back of his head, as his Irish manner was. "Tramp, tramp," he went along the causeway, where the road boasted the privilege of such an accommodation; "splash, splash," through the mire-filled cart ruts, where the flags were exchanged for soft mud. He looked but for certain landmarks – the spire of Briarfield Church; farther on, the lights of Redhouse. This was an inn; and when he reached it, the glow of a fire through a half-curtained window, a vision of glasses on a round table, and of revellers on an oaken settle, had nearly drawn aside the curate from his course. He thought longingly of a tumbler of whisky-and-water. In a strange place he would instantly have realized the dream; but the company assembled in that kitchen were Mr. Helstone's own parishioners; they all knew him. He sighed, and passed on.

The highroad was now to be quitted, as the remaining distance to Hollow's Mill might be considerably reduced by a short cut across fields. These fields were level and monotonous. Malone took a direct course through them, jumping hedge and wall. He passed but one building here, and that seemed large and hall-like, though irregular. You could see a high gable, then a long front, then a low gable, then a thick, lofty stack of chimneys. There were some trees behind it. It was dark; not a candle shone from any window. It was absolutely still; the rain running from the eaves, and the rather wild but very low whistle of the wind round the chimneys and through the boughs were the sole sounds in its neighbourhood.

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And there was a run. The wagons stood still; they were now deserted.

"Joe Scott!" No Joe Scott answered. "Murgatroyd! Pighills! Sykes!" No reply. Mr. Moore lifted his lantern and looked into the vehicles. There was neither man nor machinery; they were empty and abandoned.

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